Looking forward Corien!
A friend told me this piece of gold:
He, and lots of friends were on a birthday, in some kind of youth hostel that belongs to the parents of the birthday-person. So, about 50 people were partying like hell, beer, booze and doobies with an seems-like neverending replenishment. All of them more or less punkrock and hardcore extremists, so there was a good piece of fun and high tolerance for doing bullshit. Soon after the first of them passed out somewhere in the middle of a smaller room, the usual decorating-drunk-people started. After most of his skin was coloured, they looted almost all of the first aid boxes, which were about 4 on every floor of the hostel, that had 3 floors. Object of greatest interest was
wound spray dressing (this is a weird word...:O). The biggest mistake the passed out dude made, was to have long hair. So they formed his hair (he laying on the side) to a huge mohawk, and each and every one who passes the poor guy, grabbed a spray dressing bottle and sprayed a layer of it over the hair. This went on for a few hours, and when there was no more fun to cover the hair, they decided to continue the game with his hands. So, the hands soon were completely covered in spray dressing too. When they had have enough fun with that, the moment of truth was near, because no one wanted to miss the awakening of the guy the next morning, so they woke him up...but not with usual humanly methods, like water, bitchslaps or hellish loud noises...They took an ammoniac-salt-tubule, snapped it...and stuck it in his nose (yeah, they were a bunch of radical, funny idiots
)
2,3 seconds passed. Then he shock-opened his eyes, and tried to grab this hellish thing in his nose. Bad thing his hands were covered in glue as thick as a finger. So, screaming while slowly realizing that his hands won't do the things he wanted, but therefor hitting and punching his face with those glue-paddels, he rose to his feet in an unbelievable speed, continued shock-screaming, and started to ran through the rooms, with the giant mohawk on his head like a shark fin, still punching his nose and very, very slowly realizing that there was something wrong with him. No need to say that he entertained every single person in the room, who were laughing, crying and rolling on the floor, thankful for the show they just witnessed.
With friends like these...
erv: ) went to night club and danced up a storm for the rest of the night. During that time however some tosser stole my shoes, he convinced me my shoes were so amazing that I took them off to show their awesomeness, he pushed me over and ran off with my shoes :'(. The night had a happy ending though as one of the ladies I was out with felt so bad for me that she invited me to her place 
I don't really have a best drunk story ... Stupidest would be me drinking loads, feeling like I was going to throw up and putting my hand to my mouth, and then vomiting ... It went allllll down my sleeve!
DoN, nice one...half of every good drunk story happens in the middle of a street 
